Seattle Public Library

by heytherewildflower

(not really. My bladder control is pretty solid. Not something I can add to the growing list of SHIT THATS WRONG WITH ME, BODILY, EMOTIONALLY AND MENTALLY.)

AND IF YOU HAVE TO ASK

yes i do wear my sunglasses inside the library, fuckhead.

“Is it the foot, which rubs the cobblestones and snakestones all its days, this lowliest of tongues, whose lick-tracks tell our history of errors to the dust behind, which is the last trace in us of wings?”

-Galway Kinnell

to the puce colored house dwellers of wahsatch and cache…. im almost nostalgic for -27 degree winds. but not quite.

❤

im your seattleite

“We have some sad newsthis morningfrom Marsthe imagination thinksin phrases but the universeis a long sentenceaccording to our instrumentsthe oldest songsare breaking apartlike a puzzle in a basement…”

-Wave Books poet, Matthew Rohrer

anyway, instead of that scary man lurker hostel, I GET TO STAY HERE TONIGHT. Lake Washington.